Hallucinogen Honey

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    Hallucinogen Honey

    *Good night,*

    You've played such an excellent game.
    Made it through another day.

    *Play thing.*

    That's what I was-
    Who I am, to your shattered mind.

    *I have*

    Given everything to hold you close.
    To find your love intangible, inexistant.

    *I inspired fear*

    Keep me coming back for more
    Of the damage you so readily share.

    *In your soul.*

    You lost reality, a steady black hole,
    Destroyed my dreams and refused to know.

    *I admire you*

    You've captured my mind,
    Made me forget who, what I was.

    *Resisting your past,*

    So I could follow your faulty lead,
    Become your filthy breed.

    *To become only mine.*

    I thought we were a two way street,
    A way to finally be completely real.

    *Somehow you*

    How could you let it be fake,
    Yet so completely honest to the fault?

    *Captured my eye,*

    I'm just another pawn in your play.
    Made me another actor on your stage.

    *Distracted my aim,*

    And yet you hold my heart
    In the palm of your hand, squeezing gently.

    *Demanded my attention,*

    So focused on me to the point of destruction.
    I love you though you've broken me,

    {Enraptured my senses,}
    {And have driven me wild with}
    {Hallucinogen honey.}

    *To love is a weakness that can be....*

    To love a hate so strong can be...

    {Fatal.}

    *But without your emotion...*

    Without your strength...

    {I am the walking dead regardless.}

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    ginga commented on Hallucinogen Honey

    07-22-2009

    heartspill, A masterful way of letting the reader know that this love has gone bad and the poet is somehow the victim here. Creatively spoken. Ginga

    dahlusion commented on Hallucinogen Honey

    05-18-2009

    "{I am the walking dead regardless.}" —— so much passion and truth in this line. This poem is a perfect response to broken love.

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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